Текст песни Смысловые Галлюцинации - Я или получше

I'm not close,
Goes low cloud.
And in trouble and happiness
I - your storm.

Kolos Kolos,
Voices of voice,
Barley field
I scream at will!

I, or better?
Night or more?
I, or better?
Night or more?

In the nature of water,
On the face of divorce,
The needles under the fingernails,
Folding knife in his pocket.

And crossing
Holes and ditches,
Those who would not let me,
They were right.

There, on the isthmus -
Women sleuths.
I was in his eyes, as in a whirlpool,
Watch it and not sink.

I, or better?
Night or more?
I, or better?
Night or more?

hiding tomahawks
On the path to the woods,
And bear remnants
The Old shed.

Clouds dissolving,
Night comes limping.
Boredom as a yawning
In the middle of the swamp.

I, or better?
Night or more?
I, or better?
Night or more?